Tins

Tins
by Alex Shearer


Fergal is a bit of a loner and considered to be swotty by everyone he knows. Actually, it quite annoys him. He doesn't want to be labelled. He wants to be different. So, no boring hobbies for him, no! No collecting stamps or spotting trains. Fergal collects tins!

What kind of hobby is that, you say? Well, Fergal collects those sad lonely tins with no labels that sit abandoned in bargain bins at the supermarkets. The mystery of them is quite exciting. Anything could be inside!

His project is all going quite well and Fergal has nearly 100 tins, all weighed, measured and dated. But Fergal's parents are going insane. All of books are on the windowsill and all his tins are on the book shelf, where his books should be. They demand that some of his tins must be opened, if he wants to buy more.

And then, he makes a gruesome discovery! The contents in this tin don't slosh about inside. They go thunk, thunk thunk! No baked beans in this tin then, but a finger, yes, a human finger! Gross!

What will Fergal find next?

If you are looking for a good sit-on-the-edge-of-your-seat book, then this is it! It's brilliant!